041-044 » the ghosts of the living

[villagemod]

WHO: Everyone.
WHERE: Eastern/Central Mathias
WHEN: Day 041-044
WHAT: Something is in the fog.
WARNINGS: (PM this account to have a warning added!)
NOTES: Plotting post over here!

RECOMMENDED ♫ John Carpenter "Antonio Bay"

DAY 041-044
THE GHOSTS OF THE LIVING
“Maybe before you die, it's your ghosts you see.”
—Lauren Oliver
The fog remains within the town, a cloyingly stagnant blanket turning the world a soft white that is the opposite of comforting. It has, at least, dissipated slightly since its initial entry into the town: residents can now see roughly twenty feet in any direction around them before the mist blots out the world again. Progress, perhaps, but at what cost?

Residents who venture into the fog will find that prolonged exposure still leaves them disoriented and eventually ill with dizziness, lightheadedness, or nausea. But with this new level of visibility, some may find the tradeoff worthwhile in exchange for being able to move about the town without getting too terribly lost.

But that's not all they find in the fog.

Beginning the morning of Day 41 and continuing until the night of Day 44, residents will begin to see Others in the fog. Appearing almost wraithlike and startlingly recognizable, these figures even feel a bit like ghosts to those who can sense such things, though everyone will feel that there is something wrong about them. Truly, there are many things wrong that residents will begin to notice as they encounter more and more of the apparitions that do not acknowledge their presence in any way. They simply exist, silent and subtly terrifying like so many things in this town.



THE NEW ARRIVALS
The newest arrivals to Mathias will wake up on the beach near The Grey Gull. It's quite chilly out with their wet clothes, but surely there's something to help warm them inside the restaurant. They may even find some alcohol within — and not just the cowboys' homemade moonshine.

ABOUT THE OTHERS
The figures encountered in the fog over these four days will be unnervingly familiar to the unwilling residents of Mathias Township. They are like misty ghosts of those who have been in the town at one point or another, specifically those who have died or disappeared and even, perhaps, themselves. The likeness is truly uncanny, to the point of being completely terrifying.

There is no way to communicate with the Others. They do not acknowledge anyone's presence nor anything said to them. At times, they may be only one in an area, or there may be a dozen existing in the same space. There is no limit to how many people can see them — if they are there, they are seen by all.

The Others do not enter buildings and cannot be contained in any way. They can appear at one moment and be gone in the next, or they can exist in one place for hours on end. Whether standing stationary or slowly wandering throughout the town, there is no discernible purpose to them. There is something absent and distant in the way they hold themselves, the way they walk, and their expressions, as if even they cannot grasp what is happening.

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CONDITIONS UPDATE

— THE WEATHER conditions are fairly typical for mid fall: cool days and chilly "sweater weather" nights. It's getting warmer like spring but the leaves still look like fall...

— THE FOG remains stagnant in the town while also blocking the paths in the forest. Beginning a few dozen yards past the treeline, this section of fog will urge residents to stay huddled within the town proper by inducing a physical reaction of panic and fear. This type of fog also blocks the western section of town, beginning just past Hill Lane, before where residents know the chasm in the earth to be between Hill and Stine Road. Venturing into the fog blocking these areas is ill-advised.

— DISAPPEARANCES continue. Tony Stark, Neal Caffrey, Quentin Coldwater, Melanie King, Jaime Lannister, Yennifer, and Number Five have vanished without a trace.

— ALCOHOL is still in Mathias! (Unless they drank it all already.) A small stock of beer and cheap wine may be found at the General Store, and some homes may have a small store of alcohol in the fridge or pantry. The Grey Gull was also restocked with its lower-end offerings of a variety of alcohol types. Alcohol is not replenishing in the same way as food.

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OOC NOTES

— PAGES that have been recently updated: deaths/disappearances, locations, madnesses, housing. Please give these a look and make sure any character information is correct and up-to-date.

— REWARD REDEMPTION has a new option now! Anyone looking to spend big AP and learn a bit more of the lore of the town may now redeem History Revealed for a cost of 10 AP and 1 Sanity Point. This is an advance redemption — dreams about the past in Mathias will occur in the following log to allow for proper planning and utilization of any plot or lore elements revealed. Note: This reward may be gifted to another character than the one claiming the reward.

— MOD STATUS The usual reminder that it's just Amy steering this ship for now, so things will probably be pretty slow for a while. Apologies in advance, and please don't feel shy about pinging me if you're stuck waiting for something.

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QUESTIONS?

[villagemodama]

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[bestfuneralever]

IDK if you'll take 2nd hand info, but I know Nav had mentioned Five being fog-napped for her hiatus.

[enduresurvive]

Would the Others only be dead people who died in this setting or could they be dead people from home too?

[tinstar]

With the fog everywhere, could Raylan find his way back to the Lodge? He's really looking for the end of the gap so he can get over or.. like a tunnel hole at the bottom of the gap that will get him into the lodge - any play I could find there?

[bestfuneralever]

Can Klaus end up possessed by one of the Other?

EXPLORATION

[villagemodama]

Use this space when exploring new locations or revisiting older ones, including residential housing locations. (AP rewards are not needed for basic explorations, only if you want a little extra that might not otherwise be found.)

[thering]

Is the lighthouse accessible, and if so, does it have some radio equipment? Doc mentioned to Tony Stank on day 37 that it might be nice if he could build them some short range communication equipment like walkie-talkies and Doc would be scavenging for such supplies (transistors, circuit boards, microphones, whatever).

Happy to use AP for this :3 And also we would like to know when they eventually get to starting work on this side project if it's going to be a spectacular failure of an endeavour or if they can MacGyver something that sometimes works and sometimes picks up some weird signals.

Re: EXPLORATION

[this_ismydesign]

In a reversal of fortune, these circumstances are actually fairly stabilizing for Will. Once he sorts out how his "regular" group of hallucinations deviate from the "ghosts" he will be clear headed on top of having been happy in the non-lethal fog bank for a bit.

With his wits more firmly about him, he would like to take a closer look at the History Museum?

[welladjustedwhitly]

Ainsley's going to hit town hall/the library on Day 42, and the history museum/schoolhouse on day 44. Is there anything noteworthy not on the locations page she might be able to come across? Figured I'd ask, in case there might be something interesting she could come across, since she can't spend AP yet lmao

REWARDS

[villagemodama]

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Requested reward: Idea, Spot Hidden, or Spooky Encounter
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Additional details: Location where this is happening, the circumstances of the character being there/searching, their current mental and emotional state, what they are searching for, etc.

<b>Requested reward:</b> <b>Characters involved:</b> <b>Link to thread:</b> <b>Additional details:</b>

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Requested reward: History Revealed
Character: Character who will be dreaming.
Additional details: Any plot or lore elements your character is especially interested in or intrigued by.

<b>Requested reward:</b> History Revealed <b>Character:</b> <b>Additional details:</b>

[this_ismydesign]

Requested reward: Idea
Characters involved: Will Graham
Link to thread: TBD
Additional details: The first room in the History Museum (not the 'lose 5 sanity points for walking in' room).

Will functions through his particular brand of 'crazy' fairly well AND as he does not have deep ties to anyone the ghosts in the fog aren't particularly upsetting for him. Even though he is sitting at 50 sanity points, he's actually in a fairly stable mental spot in that he has the mental tools to sift genuine reality through his reality.

Will is also capable of finding beauty in horror. Not to the extent that Hannibal does in canon but he is not always sent screaming away by the grotesque. That said, he's actually self-aware enough at the moment to avoid that second room!

daisy johnson | mcu

[chuju]

I see red
My blood is boiling and it shows
When all you are is a weapon
You shoot 'em down 'til you end up alone ♫

day 41 » closed to bucky

[chuju]

i always say that it's the last time, a promise i can't keep

Daisy wakes up feeling alone. The bed is empty, cold, and she can't feel anyone else's heartbeat. That's how she knows something is wrong.

It hasn't been unusual for Neal to wake up before her. It's become pretty common actually. She's been managing better sleep with him beside her but he still has trouble resting properly, the trauma of the past weeks haunting him. So his absence that morning isn't especially concerning in and of itself, but when combined with the hour... The sun is barely coming up, the muted light from the fog filtering through the windows.

Climbing out of bed, she looks in the bathroom despite the silence she could feel with her Inhuman senses. Nothing. To the bedroom door then, peeking outside almost hesitantly before stepping out fully and looking down into the open expanse of kitchen and living room. Bucky is there, as he had been the night before, but there's still no sign of Neal.

Back into the bedroom. She checks the closet, noting that the few pieces he'd brought over are still hanging there, as are the items he'd placed neatly into the drawers of the dresser. His shoes are there, carefully placed to the side. Even his clothes from the day before are still where he'd put them, tucked into the hamper and waiting to be washed.

Dread begins to fill her like icy water in her veins, the chill sinking into her bones. There are only two possibilities she can think of and neither is good. Maybe that strange sickness had taked hold of him again, forcing him to seek out something dangerous and beyond his capabilities. Or...

She can't bring herself to think that second possibility. It's too much too soon after she'd lost him twice. If this is to be the third time, she doesn't know what she'll do.

day 41 » closed to raylan

[chuju]

'cause this devil on my shoulder wants to pull me underneath

It's early, barely past dawn, but Daisy doesn't even think of the hour as she dials the number for 1306. Her hand shakes so much that it takes two tries before she gets it right, and she has to focus on her breathing while she listens to the ringing of the line.

Please, someone, pick up. She needs to hear if he's there, however improbable it seems, and if he's not... If he's not, then she needs to get out there and start looking for him. Now.

bucky barnes | mcu

[exsto]

[ Plotting. ]

day 42

[exsto]

He's reached that point of irritation and though Bucky has the most permanent of resting bitch faces, he is actually in a rather foul mood. Luckily, the fog isn't like it was the day before that isn't making things worse, but the fact that there are so little answers is only made much worse by the fact that one of the two people he dares call friends is missing.

After a trip back to the boarding house to check in and see how some other people are, Bucky heads back out and carefully maneuvers his way slowly and deliberately, making sure he stays on the roads and not veer off into thicker fog where he might possibly go through what he went through the day before.

Blue eyes remain attentive for anyone coming within the 20 foot space. He's already noticed the ghostly apparitions passing in the fog ahead and to either side of him. They aren't so much a shock as someone who is real that enters his space. But when someone does, they get a nod in greeting.

Ainsley Whitly | Prodigal Son

[welladjustedwhitly]

Plotting comment. Wildcards welcome. Prose by default.

Day 041

[welladjustedwhitly]

I. Arrival [closed to Raylan tinstar, later Malcolm abrightboy]

{I can't get this blood off my hands

Ainsley wakes up and the first thing she notices is the wet sand her cheek is pressed against. She frowns as she really starts to come around, consciousness taking hold of her, reminding her she wasn't anywhere near sand before. She snaps to attention, pushing herself to her feet, eyes wide as she shoots up and stares around at her surroundings, wide-eyed and suspicious.

Nothing in her immediate vicinity looks familiar, wherever she is, it's far from home. That alone puts her on edge. Still, she's too stubborn to look like a damsel of any kind, and instead she lifts her chin and walks to the first public space she can see-- The Grey Gull. It sounds like a bar. Whatever it is, it's where she's talking into a few minutes later.

Ainsley has been too preoccupied with waking up in a strange place to take note of her own haggard appearance; there's sand in her hair and on her clothes, along with blood she hadn't noticed. It's all over her clothes, her hair, her face, her hands; impossible for an onlooker not to notice. "Is there anyone here?" Her voice is steady, firm, it demands answers and holds no fear.

II. 1306 - Evening [closed to residents only]

{Pleased to make your acquaintance

In a fresh set of clothes-- the 90's called, can they have this abomination back?-- Ainsley finds herself feeling like an outsider in the house, not least of which being because she's the only woman around. That's fine, she'll find more people tomorrow. But tonight, she's going to take it easy, relax and try to settle into this place.

She might be found in the kitchen, nosing through cabinets to see what's there. Mostly, she's just peeking. She's not sure yet that she's ready to put anything on her stomach. She pauses, assaulted by a memory of the way the tub looked when she took a shower earlier. She blinks, hard, and shakes her head to dispel the thought of it. She lets out a soft sigh and shakes her head. "Okay, Ainsley. If you were coffee, where would you be?"

Another portion of the night might find her sitting in the living room, either reading whatever trash novel she found lying around or staring into the flames flickering in the fireplace nearby.

She won't stay up terribly late, and she'll turn to whoever is closest to ask, "Where am I supposed to sleep, anyway?" There were only so many rooms, and they seemed mostly or all occupied, as far as she could tell.

Klaus Hargreeves | The Umbrella Academy

[bestfuneralever]

Plotting comment. Wildcards welcome. Prose by default.

Day 041

[bestfuneralever]

I. Boarding house [OTA]

{A day like any other

When he wakes up, Five is gone, and it doesn't particularly set off any bells because most mornings, Five is gone before Klaus manages to drag himself into consciousness. He rolls out of bed and grabs a new set of clothes to change into as he pads his way down to the bathroom to grab a shower to wake himself up for the day.

Eventually, he'll be found downstairs in the kitchen fussing around for coffee and something to eat. In general, he doesn't do much cooking, and there's a reason for that-- he's bad at it. Particularly, he's good at accidentally starting fires. So, he keeps it simple: Cereal, oatmeal, maybe some eggs. Easy. No harm done to the kitchen in the making of this breakfast.

If you catch him in the evening, he's probably just hanging around in the living room downstairs or flopped across his bed in his room upstairs. Regardless, he's easily approachable.

II. Around town [OTA]

{Bummin' around this old town

Klaus doesn't do a lot of the more investigatory things a lot of people around town do most of the time, but you might still find him floating through the streets around town. Since the last food loss scare, he's taken to collecting nonperishables at the general store and hauling them back to the boarding house. He might be found at the library or Reel Rentals just to find something to occupy his mind. Or you might just catch him between places, looking dizzy or nauseous from the effects of being in the fog too long.

Malcolm Bright | Prodigal Son

[abrightboy]

Plotting Post.

Day 41

[abrightboy]

Looking for Neal - Locked to Negan

Realistically, Neal Caffrey had probably disappeared the way that people had disappeared many times. Eventually, he would return or he wouldn't. But his housemates couldn't just... leave it at that.

Malcolm knew Doc and Raylan wouldn't want him venturing out to the sorts of places he would think of to look alone, but he also didn't want to be stopped. So he grabbed Negan.

"He really wanted to explore the tunnels under the library," Malcolm explained as they headed out of the house. "I think we should start there."

elijah mikaelson ( the originals )

[prevenance]

➤ DAY 41 ( closed to elena )

[prevenance]

( after elijah's first exposure to the fog, he waits a bit before deciding that he wants to try again. there's something about that fog and how it affects him that tells him that it might be one of the keys to getting out of this place.

but, he knows better than to try and slip out of the boarding house without telling elena. he doesn't want her to go with him because he wants her to stay safe but elijah knows that if he just leaves, she's going to be angry.

so, after she's woken up and they've eaten, he says: )

I'm going to try the fog again.

( he glances up at her, waiting for her reaction. )

Raylan Givens | Justified

[tinstar]

Plotting post found here! Hit me up if you wanna plan something! He'll be in the schoolhouse on day 44 as well.

Day 41

[tinstar]

Morning, Closed to 1306
Raylan wasted no time in rousing everyone in the house, decimating the information about Neal's disappearance with a stern matter of fact tone that somehow also carried his seemingly unstoppable momentum. It heavily suggested everyone else get up and start looking, but he wouldn't say that directly. His brain rattled through the very short list of what they already knew about people who vanished for places to start looking - despite him using the word 'raptured', he didn't like it - and before anyone could stop him, Raylan was in his coat and out the door.

Like hell they were going to just leave Neal Caffery out there. 

The fog stopped him short, several feet from the door, stomach clenching and turning as he felt the slow injection of adrenaline into his veins. I'm going to die again today, he anticipated, jaw working as his gun hand worked in and out of a fist. Half of him screamed to run back inside, the other half screamed at him to run into the fog. The idea that Neal was out there somewhere, stuck and going crazy triggered a fresh round of his face over Raylan's twisted and wide in screaming horror, the sound of it all mingling with the ends of his own. for a brief second, Raylan could almost feel a scream crawling up the back of his throat. No. Never again if he could help it, goddamnit.
 
It was with that steely resolve that Raylan strode down the street, heading for the last places that he and Neal had talked about.

No jokes about spelunking

After ransacking a few empty garages on the way for a couple good lengths of rope and a few flashlights, looking more like he was going rock climbing than anything else, Raylan was slowed in his no bullshit stride by the sudden population boom that had ebbed into the streets while he was digging around and for a long few minutes, he just stood there, watching the faces move around until one caught his attention -

"JOHN!" He missed the crabby Brit, not that he'd admit it out loud to anyone except said crabby Brit but by the time that he jogged up a few yards, John Constantine was gone again. The form was there, but the face was... wrong somehow. Empty. Quietly crestfallen, Raylan would be stuck there for several minutes, lost in his own thought. Were they stuck? Could they help them? How long before they joined them - What about everyone else, Where the others the people that lived here? I'm going to die again today, flashed across his mind.

His head started spinning and with a groan, Raylan shook it and pushed forwards, heading towards what he hoped was the Library and her tunnels. He kept getting distracted by the forms around him and the faces they bore - it felt like they were all marching towards their doom, towards all their dooms - Was that ... Was that his face??

A few feet shy of his destination, Raylan stopped, too lost in it all to do more than stare with a slight look of confused horror on his face.

Night 44, closed to daisy and bucky

[conning]

Neal is a few steps outside of the woods when he comes around, barefoot and shirtless. The chill hits him in a rush, and then the darkness, and then the fog registers, and he shakes his head like doing it will somehow rattle things into place and make any of this make sense. He was in bed. He was in bed, with Daisy, curled around her, pressed close enough that she could hopefully feel his heartbeat against her back. That had been his last thought before drifting off. I'm right here.

For a second he wonders if that strange desperation drove him outside again, that need to find the dark places in this dark, dark town, but when he thinks about it he realizes with abrupt relief that the feeling is gone. Anxiety rushes in on the heels of relief. If that's not why he's out here, then what happened? How? Thoughts scatter, diving in a dozen different directions at once, panic that demands he find Daisy, find his friends, do something, do something now, make sure that something terrible hasn't happened--

Neal takes a near-convulsive step back as one of the apparitions from the fog drifts past in a bizarre half-shuffle, half-float. It's Doc, expression distant and vaguely confused. Neal lunges toward him, making a strangled noise in lieu of saying his name.

His hand passes through Doc's shoulder and he recoils again.

It's enough to make him run for town, feet striking stones and mud, fear rising like bile as he recognizes more empty faces in the fog. He's pretty sure he cut his heel open on something, but he doesn't stop. It's so dark, and so quiet, and these things, these things--

Please, please, don't let him have slipped sideways into some other Mathias. Please, please, don't let him be here alone.

He flinches back from each specter that gets too close, shying away hard enough from one that looks like Daisy that he stumbles and goes down on one knee.

"Daisy?" He whispers her name with a quiet horror that hopes she won't answer, while at the same time he would give anything to hear her voice.

She walks on, and Neal has to take a moment, digging his hands into his hair and ducking his head low enough that he can't see the ghosts around him.

"You're not crazy," he whispers. "You're not crazy. Not yet."

Neal forces himself back to his feet, walking now, fear building the closer he gets to Daisy's house. What if she's not there? What if he is alone, what then?

He presses his hand to the faint web of scars across his abdomen to keep it still, or at least more still. But the rest of him is shivering too. He stops at the door to Daisy's house, hand on the knob, heart thumping so hard at the base of his throat that it's hard to breathe. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and opens the door, stepping through silently.

He wants to call her name, but he can't even make himself open his eyes on what might be inside.

[exsto]

It's been a hell of a week and one that felt far from being over, at least from what most residents had come to experience up to that point. Bucky had been there for exactly two weeks and dealt with so much alongside those there, most of whom had been there months, by that point. Mathias may have looked to be a quaint little town, perfect for a little rest and relaxation, but it was far from it.

Bucky had stuck to Daisy's side for most of the four days since his experience with the fog first, followed by Neal's disappearance. They had spent a lot of time looking for him and a lot of time ignoring the possibility that he may not come back; the irony of which was telling her that he was there. Like he had the nerve to say something like that knowing there wasn't any certainty to it. In the end, no, he wasn't the reason Neal vanished but somehow, he felt a sense of guilt for it regardless without knowing exactly why.

The idea to watch the movie wasn't planned. 'To Catch a Thief' was meant for all of them to watch together, but there was a profound feeling of sadness in all those what-ifs, maybe's, and hopefully's that surround his absence. What it came down to was that they missed him. Terribly. Daisy needed him for her reasons and Bucky... well there was a wide hole that felt less like a chasm when he was around.

Even with the upset of not having Neal there, Bucky managed to make it halfway through the movie before nodding off into a deep sleep; a first in a long while that dates back to when he was in Wakanda. He's slouched down in a sitting position on the sofa, hands on his lap and head tilted downwards. His sleep would only be restful for a short time before the nightmares move back in and the faces of two casualties come back to haunt him, making him twitch while eyes move rapidly from side to side under closed lids.

alec hardison | leverage | all days, ota

[ofthegeek]

i.
[ Second verse, same as the first. For the most part. Now that the fog is at least gone enough that Hardison can see his hand in front of his face.

He keeps his ventures out short and fairly purposeful, none of the leaning into idle wandering that he might have gone for when things were still pretty clear. This is in part for safety and practicality. It is also in part due to the fact that he does not tolerate nausea particularly well and therefore does not want to be out in that mess long enough for it to fully set in.

But outings he does, now and again. Generally just to pop into places like the library or Reel Rentals (that's right, again), try to pick up a few things meant to help occupy some time. Books, movies. Maybe a jigsaw puzzle. Definitely an empty notebook if he can swing it. He'll scratch his tech itch some way eventually, god willing and the creek don't rise.

For now, he guesses he is going to cram content as part of his 2-3 day on cycle, and then maybe crash for 14 hours and wake up forgetting what year it is or something. If he squints and thinks creatively, he can pretend it's like having to learn something at the last second for a con, so he can write 5 months of backlog on a blog for someone's alias and then delete it all a week later. Like an ornithologist. Or a niche film critic. ]


ii.
[ Hardison's also still staying at the boarding house, for the time being. And it's fairly safe to say that when he's around, he... makes himself known. He's spending a lot of time in common areas, just sort of looking to be social and connect with people. Most of what he goes out to retrieve, time-occupation-wise, he makes available for shared experience purposes. Maybe he's trying to build a house of cards on the coffee table.

Maybe he's assembling a model train he nabbed, or that "admittedly sorta nice despite the fact that it's a dumb wood" jigsaw puzzle. He's cobbled together a little movie area setup and some VHS options. Some options true to form sci-fi geeky, some options things that just sounded like wild-ass pulls or corny old 50s popcorn flicks. That's sort of his favorite hang zone when he's reading or puzzling or cards-ing or what have you.

And he is extending liberal, frequent invitations to anyone in range to take a load off and join him. He's gonna be That Guy. This town is half-murder, half-hell, and Hardison is willing to bet that literally everybody has earned a voucher for 1+ hang where all they have to think about for a little bit is a corny movie or dime-store romance novel or what the point ever was, ever, to model trains. It's decompression. It's very important. ]


( plotting comment is here. willing to wildcard, have some fog ghost encounters, write closed starters, etc.! also willing to match format re: prose or brackets. )

ii (Day 41)

[bestfuneralever]

Klaus needs something to occupy his time, take up space in his head for long enough to ignore the way everything about this place makes him feel. Everything just feels so wrong and he doesn't want to think about it anymore. And Alec had made it more than clear that if he was downstairs doing whatever? Anyone was welcome to come join him in the easiest hang-out space available.

"Hey, man," He sinks down on the couch, setting a small wooden box down on the table. "I found some dominoes at that toy shop downtown the other day. You play?"

Doc Holliday | Wynonna Earp

[thering]

(Plotting post here)

Days 41~42 [OTA]

[thering]

Doc had rather hoped that yesterday's fog was an anomaly and it would have cleared up after the following morning came and left, but it seemed as if the fog was determined to stay. Regardless, it was impossible to sit indoors and do nothing when he learnt that Neal Caffrey appeared to have vanished from their house and the more time he spends out looking for him, the longer his list of names of people to look for grows.

Before long he is pushing through the discomfort brought on by the fog and combing through town looking for Neal, Number Five, Yennefer, Quentin and one of his newest acquaintances Tony Stark. Imagine his surprise then when he comes upon a very familiar-looking trenchcoat in the mist.

"Constantine?" he asks, voice uncertain. As he approaches, it becomes apparent that it is only a corporeal form in the likeness of John Constantine. Like the other ghosts that haunt Doc Holliday, the other mistakes that will continue to taunt him for the rest of his days, it feels too late to salvage this.

Still, he tries, because what else can he do?

"I just. I wanted to... apologise. About what I had said." Maybe it is for his own benefit. To get things off his chest. It doesn't bother him so much when the blond in the trenchcoat walks through him and carries on. But as he comes across Dean Winchester, Castiel, Jill Valentine and the others over the course of a couple of days, Doc feels drawn to them, to tip his hat and talk to them even though they can't talk back to him or even see him. When he had all but given up on looking for the living, he goes seeking closure and conversation partners, eventually sitting down on the stretch of large rocks on the beachfront next to a forlorn-looking Raylan.

"I would have given anything for there to have been someone else in the well. Just. Anyone, even though I did not know you at the time," he turns to tell the Ghost of Raylan Past before turning back to look at the turbulent, unfriendly waters. "Someone to be lonely with. I should have liked to have gotten to know you, before." Maybe finding someone to be lonely with is not how you're supposed to do relationships but he never quite got the instruction manual or the pocket guide for how to navigate those treacherous waters.

"You know Wynonna, she's- she'd be 36 weeks along, now. Give or take. And I'm." He ducks his head, swallowing the lump in his throat, picking at his fingernails with his elbows resting on his knees. "I'm stuck here. With you. Wonder if it's a girl. Or a boy. What- what do you think? ...yeah I-... I suppose it doesn't matter. I think we are finished, too." She would have thought he abandoned after promising he was going to commit to the very end. And he wouldn't blame her for it.

Once Other-Raylan decides to leave, Doc turns to pursue the alternate path to the lighthouse, continuing with his search for radio equipment for Tony Stark. Perhaps he might not return, but on the offchance that he does, Doc doesn't want to be empty-handed without anything to show for his efforts. Beyond the lighthouse, he can be found ducking in and out of various unoccupied houses combing through various mancaves, storage closets and bedrooms looking for similar electrical equipment and electronics although he's not too sure what he should be keeping an eye out for.